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assumed he was somewhere in that ballpark. That certainly couldn’t be a big enough paycheck for a house this nice.
I walked up to the door and rang the bell. Nick appeared a few seconds later, looking downright mouthwatering in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. I had never seen him dressed so casually, and the t-shirt accentuated the muscles rippling underneath it while the jeans hugged his hips and his perfect behind. My knees started to shake just looking at him. I couldn’t wait for the opportunity to actually touch him. “Hey. You look fantastic,” he said, his eyes lazily eying me up and down.
“Thank you,” I said breathlessly. “So do you,” I stared at him, practically panting.
“Come on in,” he said, opening the door. He closed it behind me and pulled me close to him. He smelled like a mix of aftershave and toothpaste. The wonderful aroma made me dizzy with lust. He brushed his lips on mine and held me for a moment.
“Welcome to my house,” he spoke softly.
“It is enormous! What do you need all of this space for?” I inquired.
“Well, I bought the house awhile ago with some funds that I came into. I have two roommates – my brother Josh and our friend Eric are both staying with me. They both are out of town this week, so I’ve got the place to myself.”
“Still, this place is huge for just three guys!” I exclaimed.
“We have people over all the time – lots of guest rooms. Come in. I have a surprise for you,” he said.
He led me into his vast kitchen. Counters lined the walls with an island in the middle and a beautiful stainless steel double oven. French doors opened onto a beautiful patio, and I could see a huge swimming pool from where I stood. His backyard was truly an oasis, and beyond the backyard were gorgeous mountain views. I was totally impressed.
The kitchen smelled wonderful. “I made you dinner,” he smiled almost shyly.
“That’s so sweet! What are we having?” I asked.
“Spaghetti and meatballs. I hope it tastes alright.” His self-deprecation was adorable.
The kitchen table had candlesticks on it and a single red rose in a vase of water. Next to the rose sat an envelope marked “JULIANNE.” I recognized his handwriting. I looked at it and then at Nick, who was smiling. “Go ahead,” he motioned toward the envelope.
The card had a picture of a little boy and girl holding hands. I opened it and found Nick’s neat handwriting.
Julianne,
I don’t know what to call us, or if there even is an “us” yet. All I know is that I really like you. I like holding you in my arms. I like kissing you. I like elevator rides with you. I like looking at your beautiful smile and your bright eyes and listening to you laugh. I look forward to what is next for us.
Yours, Nick
I glanced up at him to find him watching me with anxiety on his face. “That is one of the sweetest, most romantic things that anyone has ever done for me,” I said, walking over to him, and taking him in a hug. “Thank you,” I said, pressing my lips against his.
It was that exact moment that something inside of me tingled with excitement. I realized that I felt totally, completely comfortable with this person. We had only been “more than coworkers” for 24 hours, yet I felt like we had been together for 24 years. I wasn’t nervous or anxious like I usually was at the beginning of relationships. I felt sure of myself, confident, and most of all, excited. Maybe it was because we were friends before we started whatever it was we were starting.
He broke apart first, looked into my eyes, and smiled. “I meant every word of it,” he said. “Ready to eat now?” he nervously laughed.
“Ready!” I said, laughing.
We dug in, and I was impressed with his skill in the kitchen. He had made homemade meatballs and sauce, and it was delicious despite his warning
I walked up to the door and rang the bell. Nick appeared a few seconds later, looking downright mouthwatering in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. I had never seen him dressed so casually, and the t-shirt accentuated the muscles rippling underneath it while the jeans hugged his hips and his perfect behind. My knees started to shake just looking at him. I couldn’t wait for the opportunity to actually touch him. “Hey. You look fantastic,” he said, his eyes lazily eying me up and down.
“Thank you,” I said breathlessly. “So do you,” I stared at him, practically panting.
“Come on in,” he said, opening the door. He closed it behind me and pulled me close to him. He smelled like a mix of aftershave and toothpaste. The wonderful aroma made me dizzy with lust. He brushed his lips on mine and held me for a moment.
“Welcome to my house,” he spoke softly.
“It is enormous! What do you need all of this space for?” I inquired.
“Well, I bought the house awhile ago with some funds that I came into. I have two roommates – my brother Josh and our friend Eric are both staying with me. They both are out of town this week, so I’ve got the place to myself.”
“Still, this place is huge for just three guys!” I exclaimed.
“We have people over all the time – lots of guest rooms. Come in. I have a surprise for you,” he said.
He led me into his vast kitchen. Counters lined the walls with an island in the middle and a beautiful stainless steel double oven. French doors opened onto a beautiful patio, and I could see a huge swimming pool from where I stood. His backyard was truly an oasis, and beyond the backyard were gorgeous mountain views. I was totally impressed.
The kitchen smelled wonderful. “I made you dinner,” he smiled almost shyly.
“That’s so sweet! What are we having?” I asked.
“Spaghetti and meatballs. I hope it tastes alright.” His self-deprecation was adorable.
The kitchen table had candlesticks on it and a single red rose in a vase of water. Next to the rose sat an envelope marked “JULIANNE.” I recognized his handwriting. I looked at it and then at Nick, who was smiling. “Go ahead,” he motioned toward the envelope.
The card had a picture of a little boy and girl holding hands. I opened it and found Nick’s neat handwriting.
Julianne,
I don’t know what to call us, or if there even is an “us” yet. All I know is that I really like you. I like holding you in my arms. I like kissing you. I like elevator rides with you. I like looking at your beautiful smile and your bright eyes and listening to you laugh. I look forward to what is next for us.
Yours, Nick
I glanced up at him to find him watching me with anxiety on his face. “That is one of the sweetest, most romantic things that anyone has ever done for me,” I said, walking over to him, and taking him in a hug. “Thank you,” I said, pressing my lips against his.
It was that exact moment that something inside of me tingled with excitement. I realized that I felt totally, completely comfortable with this person. We had only been “more than coworkers” for 24 hours, yet I felt like we had been together for 24 years. I wasn’t nervous or anxious like I usually was at the beginning of relationships. I felt sure of myself, confident, and most of all, excited. Maybe it was because we were friends before we started whatever it was we were starting.
He broke apart first, looked into my eyes, and smiled. “I meant every word of it,” he said. “Ready to eat now?” he nervously laughed.
“Ready!” I said, laughing.
We dug in, and I was impressed with his skill in the kitchen. He had made homemade meatballs and sauce, and it was delicious despite his warning
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